We've been here since Friday. All I've done is unpack, pretty much. I've managed to sneak in a few walks.
The best walk was dragging three garbage cans out the "curb"... down the gravel driveway, up the rise, after dark. The first two trips, I entertained myself by shining the heavy duty flashlight into the trees and undergrowth. The third, I finally remembered that we are close to a full-moon, so I turned off the light and walked by moonlight. That was worth it. The world looks different when not blazing with light. I must do that more often.
The worst walk involved me forgetting that I need a "web-wand" when strolling down a mown path through the trees. I usually grab a fallen branch and wave it around madly as I walk, as if I was Gilderoy Lockhart. The purpose of the web-wand is to break up the SPIDER WEBS that form exactly where I want to walk. So... there I was, strolling down the mown path through the trees, and I walked right into a big web, which I am certain MUST have had a carnivorous spider waiting for prey like me. I shrieked... No. Let's be honest. I screamed like a horror-movie blonde. I was madly attempting to brush the spider off (not that I knew she was there, but why take chances?) as I wiped the web out of my hair. BECAUSE I HAD FORGOTTEN MY BIG-BRIMMED HAT. To my credit, I did laugh after I stopped running.
What else? We've seen a stray cat, a lot of deer, a chipmunk or two, several bunnies, a mangy looking cardinal as well as many chickadees, which is my son's favorite bird to identify currently. Lots of frogs in the pond in the patio. I saw five today. I excitedly told my son, who hardly raised his eyes from his Legos to say, "I saw six yesterday."
So what, kiddo? I am sitting in the breakfast nook, listening to those frogs and the cicadas and the crickets. He's asleep, the dog is stretched out somewhere, and the cat is catting around outside.
The dog has been here since the beginning of the month. Amy and Katt began as housemates cautiously, but have progressed to touching noses and smelling each other occasionally. But yesterday, they behaved like, well, cats and dogs. Big fight over the cat food. I made the mistake of feeding Amy at dinner time when Katt was outside. Later, when Katt came inside, I thought I would feed her. I must be stupid. There was food EVERYWHERE. Even under the dish. Katt's water was splashed over cat, dog, floor, food, wall, steps... and into the three next rooms as Katt took off running. Amy is now banished when Katt is eating.
Speaking of eating. I have now cooked twice on the gas stove/ oven, which matches the rest of the kitchen theme. 1800s? (I must ask Miss L, the Country Kitty, before she leaves.) Anyway, it is all rounded and has little doors. It is a modern appliance, however...I've never cooked on gas before. So, there I was last night. I had decided to cook spaghetti, since I had two spaghetti squashes that we needed to eat. I was prepared to do that...until I remembered that I have no effing clue where my baking dishes are. Somewhere in the dining room in a box marked "Kitchen- Stuff", maybe? Anyhow, I had to make do with real spaghetti (well, the gluten-free variety, which is pretty rocking). I needed to brown the sweet Italian sausage from the half pig we bought last summer. I needed to boil water. And I needed to heat up the marinara. No problem, right? A dinner I could cook while half asleep.
|The Stove/Oven. (ignore the boxes)|
First, I couldn't find the buttons, or dials, or whatever they are called. They were hidden behind the cute little door on the left. Then I didn't know which dial was for what burner. And then I remembered that I had no freaking clue if I was supposed to push something to catch the flame, or how high to turn the dial. I decided to just experiment. I promptly managed to kill the pilot light. Fortunately, I DID know what to do with that, since my son had blown it out the previous day when Miss L was just telling me about keeping eye on the pilot light. So, I re-lit it. After awhile, I managed to get one lit. It wasn't the one I wanted, but I used it. I had to get the meat cooking! I then took about ten more minutes to get another going. I am so grateful I have good pots (All-Clad Copper-Core), even if they are almost 12 years old.
|My truck and the farm-house! And a big tree!|
Long story short (too late!), I did a great job, and the food was excellent. And breakfast was even easier! Yay me! Although, Miss L dropped by this afternoon, and noticed that one of the pilot lights was out. So glad this farmhouse was built during the French and Indian War... i.e. drafty. Good grief.
Now, Miss L came to drop off the essential farm accessory. A TRUCK!!! Okay, I could care less that it is a truck, except that it is a stick shift! My car, a 1997 Honda Civic, was totaled last November, and I miss driving stick so much. So, I cannot tell you a thing about the truck other than it has almost 200k miles on it, and it is a stick shift! Oh, and it doesn't have power windows or locks... JUST LIKE MY POOR HONDA!